Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.